SASHA'S POV
"Sasha, as far as I know, no man has as much influence as your Ex-husband, Roland, in Boston.” Nina said, her hands trembling slightly.
I could tell what she was thinking about. Nina was worried. Worried that I won’t be able to fight against all those who have wronged me.
“There’s someone,” I let out a small smile as I watch Nina’s eyes widened in shock.
“Who? Who has more influence than Roland Conrad?” She asked, taking a step closer to hear who I was about mentioning.
“Noah Beck.” I replied, taking in my lower lips as the words slipped out of my tongue. “Noah Beck. Roland’s Stepbrother.”
I knew it was ridiculous to beg someone as influential as Noah Beck, but I was too desperate to think of my pride.
I was willing to set aside the hatred I have against him, if it means getting back on my feet. I was willing to do everything.
“Roland has a Stepbrother? I have no idea.” Nina’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened even more like that of a saucepan.
“Yes. No one knows about him except the Conrad family, including me. Noah Beck is more influential than Roland.”
Nina stared at me with a puzzled look on her face, blinking rapidly as she tried to process the words that I had just said, “Why?”
“Unlike Roland, Noah hates the media. To keep his identity hidden, he had the whole family sign an NDA, if anyone dare leaks his pictures, they are to pay some hefty amount,” I muttered.
I moved towards the window, my eyes raking through the city that was slowly waking from its slumber, “When he whispers, the world tilts,” I added.
Nina looked cautious, like the thought of Noah had filled her with dread. “What is he like?” she whispered, the question like she was scared of hearing the answer I would give.
A soft smile curved on my lips, my mind wandering back to the family Christmas dinner I had first met him, “He is a cunning man, cold, calm and calculating,” I muttered, my voice low like I was back in the room stuck under his intense gaze.
“He is the kind of smart that doesn’t have to say it. You just know it,” I mumbled. I chuckled, “He hated me. He said, My sight only brought the kind of memories he hated to recall,” I said.
“Why? You are one of the nicest people that I have known all my life,” she frowned, her eyes wide as she stared at me.
I exhaled loudly, folding my arms across my chest as I stared at her, “He thought I married Roland for his money.”
She glowered, her fist clenched, “But you didn’t!” she protested.
“I know. I wish I did,” I muttered, my eyes glaring at the ring on the table. The only proof that I was once a Conrad.
The heavy hung heavy in the room.
I had given my soul in the sham of a marriage with Roland, and in the end, he had left me with scars.
“Should we reach out to him?” she asked, looking at me with hopeful eyes.
I heaved a sigh, “Nina, the man hates my guts. Nothing about me would sound pleasing…” I paused, the words trapped in my throat.
She moved closer to the edge of the chair, her eyes wide, “What?”
I smirked. I may have just found leverage.
The enemy of my enemy is my friend.
“He hates Roland, some fight about a company document he had leaked… it was a long story, but Roland got the company, Noah built his,” I said, quickly summarizing the story.
“So does that mean that he will help us?” she asked.
“To spite Roland, he will move the world,” I said, my fingers moving fast as I typed an email.
“Sent,” I smirked, looking at the screen with a satisfied smirk on my face. There was no hurt more wrathful than that of a scorned woman. Roland was going to regret hurting me.
“He replied!” Nina shrieked, her eyes wide as she opened the email.
“What?” I frowned, shocked at her words.
“He had agreed to meet you,” she said, her smile faltering for a second. “Now.”
“I have to go,” I said, rushing to the closet as I searched for a suitable dress to meet the most influential man in the business world.
Nina was a bundle of nerves, and my running around didn’t ease her turmoil.
“You have that look on your face,” I muttered, staring at her through the mirror. “What is on your mind?” I asked. Nina always wore her emotions like a sleeve.
“I am scared,” she mumbled, her voice trembling slightly.
“About?” I asked, moving closer to her.
“That you will lose yourself in this path of vengeance,” she muttered.
A ghost smile crossed my lips, “I have lost everything. This is my way of picking myself back, piece by piece,” I said, kissing her cheeks as I walked out of the house.
“Mrs Conrad…”
“Sasha,” I cut in, smiling at the man.
“Sorry. Mr Beck ordered that I drive,” he said.
He opened the car door, and there he was.
Noah Beck.
Sitting in his full glory, his eyes scanning through the files on his lap, unfazed, like he couldn’t feel my eyes on him.
“You are late, Sasha,” he muttered, his deep baritone voice resonating through my body.
He remembered me.
“Get in,” he said in a dismissive tone.
“I read through your email,” he said, getting straight to the point. This was Noah, no need for pleasantries.
“I have a better proposal,” he said, leaning against the car seat as he stared at me.
“What is it?” I asked in a low tone.
“I will help your company grow, but you…” He paused, leaving his words hanging in the air.
Noah Beck was a devil, a man who traded souls like coins.
“You don’t even know what I have planned,” I muttered.
“I don’t care, I will get your company running, and get you enough shares in Roland’s company to control him,” he said.
He had me. He knew it.
“What is it you want from me?” I asked, my voice low and dark.
He smirked, his eyes flickering with interest— a dangerous spark.
His next words tilted my world on its axis.
“Be my bride.”
NOAH’S POVThere she stood, in her full glory like she owned the place, smiling proudly as the men began to bid. I gritted my teeth, feeling some kind of dark primal rage filling my body.Why had I agreed to this?“Can I hear twenty thousand for Sasha Beck?”I was done, my patience was thinning with how high they were bidding, and they all wanted to have a chance with her.“One million,”The room fell silent, and Sasha stared at me like she couldn’t believe the words that had just come out of my lips.“Did you just say…?”“One million and one,”A voice called out from the crowd, the smirk on his face showing he was baiting me. It may be a game to him, but I wasn’t going to let my wife dance or even go on a date with another man.She was mine.“Ten million dollars,”The moderator looked shocked at the words, I moved towards the stage, my hand stretched out as I grabbed her hand, “You owe me a date,”Sasha looked like she was short of words, her eyes still in disbelieve as we settled ba
SASHA’S POVThe ballroom had gone quiet; the orchestra had switched to a slow medley, the theme felt like what would be heard in the resurrection of a villain.I liked it.To the Conrads, I was the villain who would never be a victim.They stood eyes wide as they watched the monster that they had created, I wasn’t born this way. They had turned me into this and I loved it.“They are staring,” Noah whispered in my ear.I smiled, wrapping my hand against his free hand, “They should, and it is an original piece,”He chuckled, “Sasha, the world is yours, make them know,”They will.Petal Conrad moved first, gliding through the crowd, as the rest followed like the sheep that they were, “Noah beck, Sasha beck,” she greeted, her smile almost blinding.I knew that look, it was a political one, and she was trying to show the wagging tongues that she was the respectable woman that they have always adored.“I didn’t know that you would be here, Isn’t our company under investigation Noah? How are
NOAH’S POVA FEW MINUTES EARLIER.“You weren’t wrong, she is truly talented,” Dontelle said, a smile on her face as she rose from her chair.Matt had been fast when he had suggested that I approach dontelle, the stylist who had close ties with Anna Wintour, if Sasha was going at this again, I needed to make sure that everything was perfect for her.“It is funny how I had heard of the sah fashion house but never really branched into it, but now, that I have seen her, I am excited to see what she would come up with,” she said.“It is good to hear that,” I said, walking behind her as I led her out of my office.“Will I be seeing you at the gala night?” she asked.Dontelle was a friend, but she also loved to be in the know, “I will be, I just have to finish up these last files, my company is under fire,” I said with a soft chuckle.She smiled, “Noah Beck, the news isn’t exciting, If you need help, you know all you need to do is ask and everything will be sorted out,”“Thank you Dontelle,
SASHA’S POVNo one made a move to open the door, they were all waiting to hear the command from me.“You can do this,” I muttered under my breath, the words sounding foreign in my ears.“Okay, open the door,” I said.Just as Emma moved to push the door open, the noise outside had gotten more intense than before, and the cameras flickered so brightly that the car was no longer dim.“What is going on…” The words were trapped in my throat the second I noticed Noah beck walking towards the car with a gentle look on his face. He was dressed in a dark crisp suit that hugged his muscles like a second skin, and his eyes stared into the car with a smug look on his face like he knew that I was staring back at him.“You are drooling,” Nina mumbled in my ear.I blushed, blinking rapidly as I stared at the man who I assumed had turned into a ghost.The door pulled open, “Hey darling,” he greeted, his voice soothing and gentle as he stared at me with a smirk on his face.“Noah?” I called out like I
SASHA’S POVI haven’t seen Noah Beck since the news broke. And all I heard from Emma was that he expects me to walk into the gala night like the world around us wasn’t burning. Why wasn’t he reaching out to me?Why did I have to hear information from my assistant?“You look stunning,” Nina gaped, her eyes roaming around my body like she couldn’t believe her eyes.“Thank you, Nina, you look dashing yourself,” I replied, smiling softly at her.“The gown, I don’t think I have ever seen a design such as this before,” the stylist muttered, her eyes fixed on the red gown that Noah had gotten for me.Nina stared at me, wiggling her eyebrows as she waited for me to reveal what and who exactly I was in the fashion industry.“That is one of the first original pieces I have ever made When I opened Sah fashion house, I had just finished college and needed something to place me on the map,” I muttered.I was getting better, I could talk about Sah fashion house without feeling the harsh pang in my
AUTHOR’S POVAnastasia lingered by the window, her ears perked as she listened to the conversation between Roland and his mother. It didn’t take a genius to know that Eleanor Conrad wasn’t her biggest fan.And she had sabotaged herself the moment she had failed to act accordingly like the girl that was expected of her. A dark smile formed on her lips, If they refused their union, then she would have no other choice but to move on to the next plan.Her hand touched her stomach, gently rubbing it as she nursed the thought that played at the back of her mind. “They can’t deny their heir would they?”“Anastasia?” Petal’s voice echoed smoothly through the room, her soft blue eyes staring at her as if she was trying to analyse her. “I didn’t hear you come in,”Anastasia smiled, “Sorry, just couldn’t help but admire the garden,” she said, moving away from the window to hide what she was truly doing.“Come on, we need to talk,” Petal said.Anastasia’s heart dropped her eyes widening in shock